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What the fuck is that?

You gotta be kidding me. You should lose on principle.


Four lines? Shit. I should chop ya bitch throat.
But, heads want SOMETHING dope to read - so I'll just spot ya 6 votes.
My every line is script from the psalms....
Maybe that’s why I work wonders and you’re unemployed and live with ya moms.
Ignorance is behind ya blissful career;
Its got me loftin' flaming arrows at you while ya just quiverin' fear.
And when I aim with the bird's eye,
Either die; or take the wok of Shame like stealin' Keenan Wayans' stir-fry.
I’m a pimp solo. Without ya team you’ll fall down,
You ‘strike out on your own’ like ambitious kids leavin’ small towns.
And speakin’ of travellin’ time....and me handling mine....
Your girl wants to get on the road. She’s leavin’ right after ya rhyme.
Anyone who thinks this 'tard brings the fury,
Has got a 'fresh set of Downs' like football teams gettin' ten yards in a series.
I don’t know what the hell ya spirited for....
I mean - Rapmusic’s wack as fuck; but GODDAMN - you’re reppin’ LyrikalWar.

Get the fuck outta here with that third-grade shit.